Those who play God should have themselves to blame
For His anger none can ever embrace
His vengeance is full of blaze
He is tender and both full of rage
Forget He is merciful and full of grace
Those who play God should have themselves to blame
He's silence shouldn't be taken for play
For none blaspheme the Lord and gets away
Ask them that toil with His name
And many that called Him in vain
Ask the one that said God doesn't exist
You can ascertain from the mouth of the priests
For His vengeance is full of blaze
And His anger none can ever embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem